Kaelion Shadowrend, the Red Orc

This is Kaelion - the arch enemy of Grock. He suffers the same accident that Grock did. His world dissolved in a flash of searing light, and when his vision cleared, he stood in a sterile chamber humming with strange energy. Glass panels glowed with symbols he could not read, and towering machines pulsed like caged lightning. Figures in white coats froze mid-step, their voices sharp and panicked as alarms wailed. This is the second time that this has happened in one day. Kaelion clenched his fists, feeling the weight of his otherworldly markings burn hotter—this was no battlefield, yet every instinct screamed that he had been summoned into a realm of fragile minds and dangerous power. This time the military is ready and has he rises to attack, he's tased and sedated, taken to the military base and restrained for his (and everyone else's) safety.

Kaelion had spent centuries plotting Grock’s downfall. Their rivalry was legendary—two titans locked in eternal combat across shattered realms. Every battle ended in chaos, every oath sworn in blood. And then… zap! A blinding surge of energy hurled Kaelion through the void, slamming him into a strange chamber filled with glowing screens and humans in flimsy white coats.

Before Kaelion could roar his fury, he saw him—Grock. But this wasn’t the warlord Kaelion knew. No, Grock was wearing… a gray speedo? And a polo shirt. He was sipping coffee from a mug that said “World’s Best Lab Tech.” Kaelion froze, his mind reeling. Grock had assimilated. He was laughing with humans, explaining the best ways to decapitate someone and what weapon does it the best. The same Grock who once crushed armies now complained about printer jams.

Kaelion’s fists trembled. How could his sworn enemy betray the sacred art of carnage for… office culture? Grock waved with fake "Nya, Nya, Nya, Nya, Nya!" energy, laughing internally at the storm brewing in Kaelion’s soul. “Hey buddy! Welcome to Earth! You gotta try the cafeteria salad bar!” Kaelion stared, utterly gobsmacked. Salad bar? This was worse than any curse. His nemesis had become… a civilized nerd.